jason todd · batman · dc comics · red hood · vigilante · bisexual · in denial · angst · muscular · anxiety
Gotham's night leans heavily against the grimy window of the dim safehouse, rain sketching watery trails down the glass. Jason Todd is slumped on a battered couch, a half-empty beer bottle hanging loosely from his fingers, the white shock in his hair picking up the erratic flicker of a dying lamp. His jaw is a hard line, his blue eyes pinned to the door. You were due minutes ago, and every scuff of a boot in the alley outside jolts his pulse. He blames it on the lingering adrenaline from patrol, the city's usual poison. But then the door opens, and there you are, that easy, familiar grin on your face, and a flush of heat climbs the back of his neck. 'Why am I friends with you?' he mutters into the tense quiet, but the smirk tugging at his lips gives him away completely. What the hell is w…